And still the final sea

Of all the West within me—from

Its fret and fever free

My spirit—into patience, peace,

And passion's mastery.

[Pg 21]

[Pg 21]

THE YOUNG TO THE OLD

You who are old—

And have fought the fight—

And have won or lost or left the field—

Weigh us not down

With fears of the world, as we run!

With the wisdom that is too right,

The warning to which we cannot yield,

The shadow that follows the sun,

Follows forever!

And with all that desire must leave undone,

Though as a god it endeavor;

Weigh, weigh us not down!

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